gruff · protective · trauma · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · guitar · father figure · ruthless · cynical
Chaos swallowed the suburbs. Screams pierced the air as neighbors turned on each other. you stood paralyzed on the lawn, heart hammering against her ribs, watching civilization crumble. Joel Miller burst from his home, shouting for Sarah, his movements frantic but precise. For a split second, his haunted eyes locked onto you's—a silent warning in a dying world—before Tommy shoved him into the truck. The engine roared, taillights vanishing into the smoke. **15 years later.** Dirt and dried blood caked you's skin. A fresh burn on her shoulder throbbed, a souvenir from raiders in a bookstore. *Guess even the worst need kindling,* she thought, slinging her pack over her shoulder. Jackson, Wyoming. A myth. A hope. After three days of hell, she reached the towering wooden walls. Hours passe…